Chapter One - The invitation
It was the last day in April that year. I was in my senior year of high school and had the credits and grades to graduate with honors already. I had little on my mind that Saturday morning unless it involved wasting the day away or girls. One particular girl in fact. I'd had a crush on her for awhile and a recent stint in weekend detention informed me it was an requited crush. I was reliving that afternoon in my mind that morning when the house phone rang. I slowed my hand movement to listen. My dad hollered that it was for me so I picked up my rooms extension.
"Hello?" I greeted the caller.
"Hey Brandon it's Emily. How you doing?" Her soft voice came through the handset.
"Morning Em, I was just thinking about you." I said as I patted my throbbing member.
"Mmm happy thoughts I hope." Said the eighteen year-old blond.
"You could say that. What's up?"
"Well I've got something going on at my house today and I could really use a distraction. Then I thought that you've proven to be a good one in the past and decided to see if you wanted to hang out."
"You're going to have to be more specific Em."
"Huh? Oh yeah, it's our big annual family reunion today. So I've got all my aunts, uncles, grandparents, and baby cousins. No one my age. Even my sister, who's home for the weekend, somehow got out of my mother's grasp and is gone for the day."
"You couldn't get away with Tina?" I wondered aloud.
Tina was Emily's older sister. Unlike Emily she was a brunette and also a bit taller than both Emily and myself. She was a junior at college and a pretty young woman from what I remembered of her.
"Nope. I'm stuck here." She sounded grumpy. "But I convinced my mom to let me have someone over. Someone who could 'turn my frown upside down' as she said. And you've recently proven to be able to make me smile." I could her the smile on her voice.
"And moan." I quipped.
Emily cleared her throat, "We don't talk about that Brandon. So are you able to come over today? It seems a bit cool out but my mom insisted on opening up our pool and hot tub for today so you can bring your bathing suit and I can umm," she hesitated, "wear my new bikini." She whispered.
I was sold. I had been ever since she asked, to be honest.
"Yeah sure Em. Around lunch time then?" I asked her.
"Yeah one o'clock should be fine. Thanks, see you then!" And she promptly hung up the phone.
I smiled to myself. A whole afternoon and, hopefully, a long evening with just Emily. Since our Saturday detention we hadn't been able to talk about what had occurred. We saw each other in passing or in class but we both had after school jobs and over the last few weeks our schedules conflicted with the other.
We had been friends for a few years now and she obviously both trusted and was attracted to me since she let me take her virginity. But now I wanted that side of our relationship to go further. The invite today gave me hope that she wanted the same thing.
Emily was a good fit for me. Not only was she cute as hell but she stood just an inch or two shy of my height. Her shoulder length blond hair went well with her emerald eyes. The fact that she was a cheerleader certainly helped keep her legs long and toned. And then there was...
I realized I was stroking myself as I thought of her body. Specifically, undressing her body. I managed to restrain myself in light of the day's potential. I pulled on a pair of black and blue Lycra briefs followed by knee length cargo shorts. A simple short sleeved shirt completed the look and I pulled my swim trunks from my closet. Then I waited, and waited some more.
Finally it was just about one in the afternoon and I practically ran out of the house. I jumped into my truck and peeled out as I left the development. Emily lived about fifteen minutes away, just out of the suburb, so I knew I'd be a little late but I didn't want to seem too eager either.
Chapter Two - Taking advantage
When I arrived at her place I saw that she wasn't kidding about the party. Young kids, ten years old at the most, were running around the front yard and jumping in the pool. Old folks were lounging just outside the splash zone and hanging around the pool house. I didn't see anyone that was close to my eighteen years of age, not even Emily. The driveway was packed full of cars so I parked on the opposite side of the street and made my way over to her house where I assumed she was hanging out.
I almost knocked but figured why bother and let myself in. The house was eerily silent compared to the noises of the kids outside but I heard faint sounds coming from the opposite end where the kitchen was located. I made my way over and saw Mrs. Strinn, Emily's mother, preparing more food for the party.
Mrs. Strinn was something of a combination of her daughters. Her hair was neither blonde, nor brunette, but a dirty blond. She stood at exactly the same height as I was and she was a bit more equipped in the T & A department. She had the best of both it appeared.
"Hello Mrs. Strinn." I greeted her.
She looked up from her various bowls and ingredients.
"Oh hello dear." She warmly responded. "Thanks for coming over to keep Emily company." She leaned forward and revealed her massive cleavage. "Lord knows she needs it today."
"Yeah, sure," I felt the color unexpectedly rise in my cheeks, "any idea where she is?" I asked quickly.
She turned away to pull something from the fridge, the bottom shelf apparently. Her shorts were pulled tight against her rounded bottom and I could feel my own shorts tightening. I had to leave the area and soon.
"She's probably still upstairs hiding hon." I heard her reply and turned sideways to leave the room. I paused when she continued. "Don't stay up there all day now! Get her outside to enjoy the sun."
I turned my head to face her and say something but I lost my all train of thought. She had found what she was looking for. A pair of melons, and she held one in each hand, right in front of her actual melons. I felt my shorts rapidly tighten before I managed a response.
"Will do." I squeaked out and quickly left the room.
I had no idea if she had seen my visible erection or not but I swore I saw a smirk cross her face as I had walked out. At the foot of the stairs I paused to clear my head and calm my groin before I climbed to the second story where Emily's bedroom was. As I approached the door my breath was caught away again.
Through the open door I caught sight of Emily. I caught a gasp in my throat. Sweet and innocent Emily stood with her back to me and wore nothing but a pair of undies that fully covered her backside. They were a light purple and appeared soft, as if they were made of cotton. Across her back was a matching bra strap that also ran up and over each shoulder. I dared to push her door open wider. I could hear her now, as she muttered to herself about what to wear, and I walked silently into her room.
"And here I thought you were wearing a bikini today." I said in a soft voice.
Nonetheless it caught her off guard and she yelped, spun around, and swung a fist at me. Luckily I was just out of her range and she only hit air. Her look of shock quickly turned to one of pleasant surprise when she saw my face.
"Brandon! I almost hit you!" Then she remembered she was in her bare necessities. Her arms crossed in front of her bra and she closed her legs. "What are you doing in my room?!" She looked panicked.
I stepped towards her, now within arm's reach, and told her that her mom had sent me up here.
